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It was so obvious she felt stupid. "Fightin' by my friends' side, seein' 'em at their best, exertin' myself to the sound of cheers, my opponent's respect, the closest, grandest battle I ever fought!" She whirled and spun, using her limbs in ways a luxray never could, but which were familiar in...

Her lightning fists were frenetic, but it didn't matter. The point was to communicate, not to win. Y'could probably win, if y'weren't so fuckin' outta focus. "If I didn't have a choice, I could bear it," came Brisa's own words, surprising her. "Back when I felt my duty was an unbreakable...

You know what the sacrifice would be. Brisa growled and kept up her relentless pace, the plasma sustaining her to the point where she felt this could go on all day. Good. Let it. "Legendary protectors don't get to have a normal life as well," she snapped, the answer invisible to her right up...

"I'd spend the years if I had the choice," cried Brisa, her voice subtly different in her altered form. If Fugu was fazed to fight a legendary, even a fake one, she didn't show it. "But I gotta pay that price, fer the world's sake!" "I'll fight through anything if it's the right thing to do,"...

Thunder, but she needed a battle. And against Fugu, she could safely let loose. Is that right? Y'got a lot more power now'n last time. Brisa's fur bloomed into white plasma as she kicked her chair away and snarled with pure emotional frustration. She lashed out at Fugu, electricity at her...

Brisa groaned. "How could I tell somethin' like that? I've imagined it a thousand times as a kid, but..." Starr looked relieved to see ya back to yer normal self. "It's all too muddled up. And it ain't a real zeraora body anyway. I still had my luxray vision, I still looked more or less like...

"Could be? I feel like they're two different things. Y'can try to become a human, or y'can try to become a zeraora, but y'sure can't have two true forms yer meant to take, right? 'Less, maybe, it's a choice. 'Cause I get that they're similar concerns." She chewed the inside of her cheek...

Brisa scratched her cheek fur in thought, tail tapping the ground in discomfort. "Well, I sure ain't trained under a zeraora and been ascended. So I ain't earned shit. That's one way of lookin' at it. I didn't become a zeraora I just looked like one 'cause I guess I still secretly think I could...

Brisa tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "It don't feel like it, in a sense... But I tell ya, when Starr asked me if it were permanent, I kinda... I kinda hoped it would be, like Owen's transformation. 'Cause maybe that'd mean it were really my true self. It'd prove that I was..." What a...

Brisa nodded, reverently. "Yeah. Ain't done it again since, but... I can feel the potential fer it, linin' my skin. I could do it any time, easy as breathin'. Hell, while I took that shape . . . it felt better'n the usual exertion I'm under durin' a fight. Like I could sustain myself fer ever...

Brisa gave Fugu her driest smile. "Thank ye kindly. But if'n y'heard about the Lugia match, surely you've heard more'n that. Why I'm here. Nevermind this 'somethin' different' conjecture, there's no way y'ain't heard what I turned into." She sniffed, and held steady, with her gaze on the...

"Howdy, Fugu." How did you open a discussion about turning into a zeraora out of fucking nowhere? Except, it wasnt out of nowhere, because it made sense, it could only ever have happened that way, it proved— Not a goddamn thing, an' you know it. Brisa shook her head, and took the chair meant...

Potluck, huh? Could be fun. Could be challenging. Brisa talked it over with her friends as they ate on the steps of Destiny Colosseum, and was pleased to learn that Astrid especially was keen to fight another exploding fighter. Gods, what a relief that she'd found some way to fight without...

Brisa mused on the suggestions. "You know, I have the weirdest hunch that Celeste would love to get in on a match against Ho-oh, what with bein' a devotee of his world's ho-oh. I hadn't considered Poppin' Arms... But say, I've been lookin' fer an excuse to challenge Potluck. How 'bout him, huh?"

Brisa nodded, with a begrudging skewing of her mouth. "Fair enough, partner. Y'got any better suggestions?" She chuckled as Starr seized the burger. "Yeah. I'm knackered. Let's sit around with yer li'l feast there and kick back." Astrid, just behind her, seemed almost off in her own little...

Brisa laughed – actually laughed – and ran up to Owen to accept his kudos. "Yer advice came in handy, partner," she confided. "I know ya panicked when we bursted, but y'can see what we were goin' fer, yeah?" She grinned, looking back at her friends. Gods, but she was happy... "I'm already...

Brisa grinned at Starr's satisfaction. One of things she'd deeply hoped for from this fight was for her friends to each get a win, particularly after Starr's and her own drubbing by Team Colada. And here was one hell of a win. Hard-earned, too. She put out a paw to Starr to grab onto and pull...

"Pretty great? We were the best that half those 'mon in the crowd have ever seen!" Brisa laughed, marvelling at how Astrid seemed okay, not half-dead like usual but calm and pleased and satisfied like a 'mon ought to feel after a good fight. And what a fucking fight. "Hey," she said, with a...

Crossposted from the original Bulba comp.

Brisa waved Lugia off and then returned to her knees to tend to Astrid. She felt malleable to the touch, a little like an ultra shade, and the coloured lights from before still streaked across the surface, though less often and with less vigour. It remained to be seen whether any of these forms...